While the Giant Spirit cried out from the blows, a level-eight fierce beast, dazed and covered head to toe by the Heavenly Hammer, with nowhere to hide—utterly helpless, as if calling heaven in vain and earth in response, only to find no answer. It was the sovereign of this forest, accustomed to effortlessly defeating smaller beasts without even needing to challenge its authority. Upon first seeing Qin Feng, it felt the visitor was remarkably insignificant—mere one claw strike would have been enough to split him open. Yet, before it could even raise its claw, it was launched several meters away by the massive black hammer. This was an adult unibosser lizard, known for its thick hide, sharp teeth, and keen jaws, especially its four venomous tusks—so potent that even level-nine fierce beasts rarely dared to face it directly. Thus, it truly reigned as an undisputed king of the forest. Now, however, it was being treated with such humiliation. Qin, standing on the Stellar Shuttle, remained at a height the unibosser could not reach, repeatedly hurling the hammer, each strike landing precisely. "Ha ha ha! A level-eight monster? Truly, absolutely pathetic!" He laughed loudly, quite ungracefully. "If I'd known that back then, I should have hunted a level-eight instead of settling for a level-seven—letting the big guy take the spotlight!" At that moment, a voice from behind, tinged with disdain, spoke up, "Using the tactics of an elder treating a child, yet still enjoying himself—what a talent!" "Thank you for the kind words," he replied, not turning around. "Does it really have to be a face-to-face battle with the monster to count as upholding the spirit of the martial world? Come on—humans survive through wisdom, not just fists. Why should every matter be settled by a physical clash? What's the difference between us and wild beasts? Then what's the point of having a brain? Who are you, to lecture me like this? Show me your stuff!" Huff... As his words were still settling, a gray figure materialized swiftly before him. A middle-aged man dressed in gray robes, with a pleasing appearance and a certain air of elegance and refinement, though his elongated face was far from impressive—much as if Qin Shao had owed him two hundred coins and only just managed to be caught. He emitted a sharp sigh, then casually waved his hand, sending a beam of golden light that swiftly entered the giant unibrowed lizard's head. The beast shuddered, then began shaking its massive head, before collapsing to the ground, spewing white foam and passing away. Indeed, quite formidable—just one move and he'd dispatched an eight-level monster, a true master. Qin Shao, somewhat embarrassed, remarked, "Brother, are you merely showing off your prowess? That lizard has already been severely beaten by me, barely able to defend itself, and is on the verge of death. Yet you've now killed it—what exactly are you trying to convey?" The gray-robed man was momentarily stunned, then gritted his teeth, saying, "Even if the monster is unharmed, I can still dispatch it in a single move—this is no mere coincidence." "You said it is, and yet you still claimed you could single-handedly defeat it yourself," he said with disdain. "What kind of person are you? How come you don't know the basics of etiquette? Didn't your teacher teach you to introduce yourself when meeting a stranger? I'm beginning to doubt whether he taught you well—or whether you learned at all." The gray-robed man erupted in anger, gritting his teeth. "Young man, you're even more arrogant than I'd expected. I'll overlook this minor offense. Listen carefully—my name is Xiao Feng Zhenren. My master is the Huangtian Emperor, and I am his foremost disciple..." I blinked. The chief disciple of the Huangtian Emperor. Qin Shao's eyes widened. Now he was truly in trouble—why didn't you say so earlier? He immediately smoothed out his proud demeanor, smiling politely. "Ah, so you're the eldest brother! It's such a pleasure to have you visit—my apologies for not welcoming you sooner. Master, I hope you're well..." "Shut up! Who do you think you're talking to?" "Master Xiao Feng narrowed his eyes: 'You youngster, you've been constantly claiming to be a descendant of the Emperor of Haotian, pretending to be someone you're not—today I'm coming to settle this with you. You're not going to flatter me with small talk!' Honestly, such a fiery temperament could become the foremost disciple of the Emperor of Haotian? It seems the Emperor's eye for talent isn't very sharp. How could such a kind and gentle master hand over a disciple like this? After all, anyone with a good temperament would be furious when someone falsely claims to be their younger brother and pretends to be someone else. 'What's your basis for saying I'm faking it?' he asked, indignantly. He produced the Haotian Hammer and said, "Even if I haven't been personally adopted as a disciple by the Haotian Emperor, as long as I hold the Haotian Hammer and wield the authentic Haotian Hammer Technique, can't I be considered a true heir of Haotian?" "False! Your Haotian Hammer is certainly false, hahaha." Master Xiao Feng furrowed his brow. "Moreover, your so-called Haotian Hammer Technique is impossible to be genuine, because my master never taught his signature masterpiece to anyone—this is well known to all." "You're such a stubborn old fool—how can you claim it's false?" "Then have you strike me once with your hammer. If I so much as move an inch, I'll admit your technique is genuine." "Very well." "General Qin raised the Hao Tian Hammer high, channeling spiritual energy into it while shouting, 'Show some spirit and don't hide! Watch this—One Blow to Shatter the Sky!' 'Excellent! Let me show you what a true Hao Tian descendant is truly capable of...' *Crash... Ah...' 'Ah... Ahhh... Ah... Crackle... Thud...' After being struck squarely in the chest by the Hao Tian Hammer, Master Xiao Feng's body lost control and shot backward, flying over a hundred meters before crashing through several large trees and landing with a miserable thud. He slid several more meters across the ground, his once-gray robe now completely turned to earth. With great effort, he lifted his head, now thick with grass stems, his once-neat bun now completely loose. He murmured to himself, 'How is this possible? How can I be knocked back by a mere rookie—someone who only possesses the strength of a cultivator at the stage of ascending to the heavens?... Wait, the timing feels off. Is this all just a vision?' To be honest, Qin Shao was also surprised. He had no doubt about the visitor's identity—being the foremost disciple of the Heavenly Emperor, the person must surely be exceptional. Therefore, when he used the "One Hammer to Break the Sky," he channeled nearly half of his inner spiritual energy into the Heavenly Hammer, aiming to deliver a powerful, decisive blow. Yet, surprisingly, this legendary disciple couldn't hold up at all. No way—way too weak. Moreover, he still believed the experience of being struck was just a hallucination—what a talent! This sounds exactly like self-masking. Well, you've won. Now, with such a master brother, Qin Feng suddenly felt it rather embarrassing to claim himself as a true heir of the Heavenly Dynasty.